its borb

@itsborb.bsky.social

bluesky dos tocial he/him

Almost no one ever in your entire life of riding public transport has the desire or means to kill you but every single driver on the road would splash your guts across the pavement to get to the next red light 30 seconds sooner.

Haha, oh sorry, I was on mute. I was saying I worry I’ve permanently worn down all the charming edges of myself that others didn’t like and I’ve become dull like a riverstone—and perhaps the only way to make new edges is to fragment into smaller and smaller pieces until nothing is left.